Daily Republican., 1887-07-07
a SITUATION.
Amy Randolph, In N. Y. >dper.

with spring sunshine; and Mr.. Click
son had just come down TO his break
fast.
Breakfast was ready. Punctuslt7
was one of the virtues most strienl
observed in Mr.. Clickson's household
He ate, drank, read the morning pa
pers over his coffee, and then rana
for his letters and business docu
Pnents.
Bcnsley, the butler, paused as he
set the Japanese tray on the table.
''if you please, SIR" said he, there
are three young ladies waiting TO see
you"
"Three-young-ladiesl" repeated
Mr.. Clickson.
"Yes, sir-three young ladies
They said they were relatives; so
ventured 10 ask them into the blue So
loon" added Bensley.
"You did quite right, Bensley," said
Mr.. Clickson. 81 will see them pres
entity"
He read his letters, examined the
papers. ard then sat looking into the
uIt LOT IcW minutes.
What sheuld he do with these three
young ladies9
Without doubt, they we're the daugh-
tiers of his cousin, Simon Scofield, who
had just died, down in Clover Hollow.
Simon had had good income all his
life, but it had never occurred TO him
to save any OF it. He had eaten and
drank Of the best, educated his daugh
ters expersively, dressed them as if
they expected TO become the wives Of
millionaires, and had finally died, in
as gentlemanly a fashion ~ he had
we'd, leaving them without mee ps and
badly bampered with debt.
OF course, their first idea was to
come to their rich cousin in New
York. Mr.. dickson walked into the
blue saloon. pretty reception room.
There sat the three Misses Scoheld.
The eldest, a fair, handsome girl,
looking very interesting in her deep
Grape, sat IN q picturesque attitude on
The lGw sofa. The second was tall
and dark, rather inclined to The majcs-
tic. The third was wisttul-e eyed,
plump little person, with quick, vehe-
ment motions and cheeks glowing
with the excitement of thus finding
herself in strangers house.
'My dears," said the millionaire, 81
suppose that you are my cousin Simon
Scoticlds daughters. am very sorry
he is no more-very sorry, indeed.
But don't cry, plesse-I am not par
lial to scenes. Crying won't do any
good. Cheer up, and tell me which is
which"
The fair blonde rose, putting out
both hands, with the graciousness of O
young princess.
~ ain Haidee, dear cousin,r said
she.
"And l am Constantia." said the
dark ladye," with an elaborate cour-
.esy.
And the little one in the cerner?"
said Mr. Clickaon. (which is sheS"
THAT is Kste" said the two elder
ones at once "Pray excuse her awk-
Kate is 80 absxrdly BASH
iul."
''It isn't that I'm bashtul, "said Kate
scofeld, coloring deeper than before;
''but if people have any questions to
Isk of me Z prefer that they shall be
asked personally. l don't like to be
numbered as if / were bale OF
goods"
"Ah." said Mr.. Clickson, half smil-
ng, II SEQ. You wish 10 retain your
,wn individuality"
Yes" said Kate, promptly.
"Pray be seated, young hdies,"
'aid Mr.. Clickbon. '.And now, in
what wey can l be usefal to your"
1--WE are homeless" said Haidee,
whose voice was low and sweet like
ute.
"We need career" ,"explained Con
'tantis.
I'VE want to support ourselves !"
'dded little Katie, as the rich cousins
Keen black eyes rested last and most
nquiringly upon her.
That is easily done," said MIR.
dickson. "Women are succeeding all
around us in this big city, why
shouldn't your"
1--WE thought that perhaps you could
'ecommend us to some gate way ofsuc-
,ess," said Constantia.
"Humph" said the old gentleman.
Would you like ts teach2"
"Ohl we couldn't teach" said
Haides, her voice betraying some dis
I'VE have not been technically edu-
,ated." exclaimed Constantia.
II only wish we had," mournfully
added Kate.
Mr.. Clickson looked searchingly
rom enc to the other.
How would you like to be compan-
ons to elderly ladies?" said he.
1--WE couldn't stoop to anything
said Haidee, with shudder.
Gould we, dear Conssantia2"
NEW, look here, Ely dears," said
Mr.. Cickson, "you mustn't he unrea-
'onable. In this world money can't
De easled unless yoU work for it.
There are plenty of Intelligence Bu-
'eaus 81 around us. There ore news
papers running over with advertise
nents tor women in one capacity and
If you can't suit yourselves
n New York you can't anywhere
The three young ladies then looked
'lankly at each other.
Suppose you try" said Mr.. Click
on, rubbing the palms of his hands
;hcerfully together. "Unless- / do
NOW, now think of it, of vacant
situation" dolefully repeated Miss
,cofield.
"What seTt of situatione" asked
Jonstantia, in low voice, while little
Kate, pricking up her ears, seemed to
her whole being in the
me sense Of hearing.
GAS housekeeper," said Mr.. Click
ON Ikin q 1rnntl arm n, Ia fainil,r -